Master Sergeant

By S L Hendrickson

Amy was happy when she saw someone moving in next door. Sometimes she felt it was like living on a deserted island with just her mother Karen. Amy had very little contact with outside world because she was home schooled. Even going to college wouldn’t be an escape because her mother wanted her to get a degree on line. Dana, the woman moving in next door, was about her age but her guardian the Master Sergeant frightened Amy because he was big and mean. They both had plans for both Amy and Karen. First, Dana would show Amy how wonderful it was not to be a virgin anymore and show Karen how much pleasure she could give. The sergeant would become their master, and both would be begging for his destruction and like Dana carving his pain and pleasure. All the characters are over the age of eighteen; none of the characters are related, and all sexual acts are consensual.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S L Hendrickson
• Release date: Jan 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005549855

S L Hendrickson

After serving in the Army, I earned a B.A. Degree. I've worked many different jobs: Security Guard, Printing Press Operator, and Loan Processor. I know write full time mostly erotic fiction also science fiction. Sometimes I combine the two. I live and write in Phoenix, Arizona.

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MASTER SERGEANT

S.L. HENDRICKSON

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The driver was hitting the car horn. Amy looked back and there were three cars behind her. She drove the Vespa over to the shoulder of the road and let them pass. The little scooter could go a lot faster, but she wasn’t in a hurry. She liked feeling the wind in her hair, and it was the only time she could get away. Since graduating high school, she was feeling more and more restless. In two months, she would start taking classes on line but that meant being at home. The relationship with her parents was good, especially her mother but being at home was all she had ever experienced and there had to be more in life.

She continued down the two-lane highway with three bags of groceries, one on the floor and one each on the handle bars. The little town of Sandstone was six miles away from home. It was small and boring, but she took any chance to go there. Passing by the house next to hers, she could see a moving van in the drive way. It surprised her because the house had been sitting empty for over two years. A man and a woman were taking boxes out of the trunk. He was a large man, broad shoulders, muscular arms, dark hair, and piercing eyes. The woman was small, even more petite than Amy with blond hair, and she figured they were about the same age.

Amy turned off the Vespa and said, Hi; I'm Amy. I live next door.

He stared at her with those commanding eyes, and Amy felt something strange, a bit of nervousness and excitement; no man had ever looked at her that way like he would take her that very moment.

Go into the house. The women quickly left. We are very busy. This was a man used to giving orders.

Yes, I can see that. Well welcome to the neighborhood. He gave her another look, took out a box from the trunk, and went inside. Amy never experienced the look of pure sexual desire. She thought he was